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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 69

Chapter 69

“I’ll⁠​‍ go.”

Unlike‌‌​ before, the response‍ came from someone⁠​ without the slightest‍‌‍ hesitation.

A moment later, upon‌ identifying who had‍‌ spoken, Verónica screamed‍⁠⁠ almost like a shriek.

“Tristan!”‍‌

“Father‍ is right. Taxes⁠​ and army. These‍‍ are basic duties‌​ that every lord​ must fulfill. If‌⁠ someone can’t even‍‌‌ meet something so​ elementary, then he’s​⁠‍ not fit to‌ be a baron,‌ much less a grand duke.”

Faced‌​ with her son’s​ firm attitude, Verónica‌​ could no longer​⁠ speak and only⁠‍ waved her hands‍⁠ in distress. Tristan⁠‍⁠ glanced briefly at‍‌ his mother, pale​ as a sheet,‍ and then turned⁠‌​ to the grand⁠​​ duke.

“And‍‍⁠ if no one​​⁠ had stepped forward​ here, father would’ve‍ chosen the third‍ as the next‌‍ head of the​ family. Am I wrong?”

“…!”​

Not‍​ only Verónica, but‍ also the other​​⁠ wives and brothers⁠​‍ were horrified by​ Tristan’s words.

All‌‍ eyes turned to​​ the grand duke,‌ but he simply‌ nodded calmly.

“That’s⁠ right. That was⁠ my intention.”

“D-dear!”‌

“An⁠‌ age of chaos‌ is coming. The⁠‌ Empire is weaker⁠ than ever, and‍⁠ unstable elements are‌ looking for opportunities‌‍ everywhere. Even though⁠⁠⁠ His Majesty revealed​‍‌ the Empire’s hidden⁠⁠ strength, there are⁠‌​ no signs that‌‌ those people’s momentum​ has diminished.”

“In‍ times of emergency,​ emergency decisions must‌‍ be made.”

Tristan‌‍ quoted an old‌‍ proverb in response‌​​ to his father’s​​ words—one that said⁠​ in critical situations,⁠⁠​ bold decisions must‍ be made, even⁠ if it means⁠​ ignoring procedure and⁠​​ tradition.

“Father‍ wants an heir⁠​ fit for the​‌ turbulent era that’s⁠‍​ coming.”

“If​‌‍ it were a time of peace,⁠‌ I would have‍ observed your capabilities‍‌ more carefully. But‍‍‍ in chaotic times,​‌​ it’s different. A single moment of​‍ hesitation is enough⁠​​ to be swept⁠​‍ away and disappear‍​ in the tide‌‌ of history.”

No⁠⁠ matter how great​⁠ a ruler’s qualities‍​‍ might be, if‍ they fall before​‌‍ using them, they’re‍ worthless.

In‌‌ a chaotic era,‌‍ the ability to‌​ read the broader⁠​⁠ situation and respond​ decisively was far​ more important than⁠⁠ simply governing a territory well.

“The⁠‍ third already proved‌‍‍ long ago that​​‍ he has that‍‍ ability. The ones‍‍ lacking were all‌‍‌ of you.”

“Could⁠⁠⁠ it be that​​⁠ you asked us‍ to accompany you‌ to the battlefield​​ so…?”

“If,‌‌​ even while knowing⁠‍‌ they could lose‌‍⁠ the position of‍​‍ heir, they don’t‌‌​ dare step forward—do​ we need to‌ test anything else?”​‌⁠

“…!”⁠

“Fortunately,‍⁠ it doesn’t seem​​​ like the time‍‍⁠ has come yet‌⁠ to hastily decide‌⁠​ the heir.”

With‌ a slight smile,⁠‍ Grand Duke Sigmund​‍​ looked at Tristan.‍‍⁠ The face of​‌ his eldest son—who⁠‍‍ had secluded himself‌​ after failing to‌⁠​ recruit Felicia—was gaunt,‍⁠‍ but his eyes⁠ burned with unwavering‌​ determination.

“Let’s‍ see your skills⁠‍​ after all this⁠⁠ time. Do you‍ remember my teachings?”​⁠⁠

“Remember​‍‍ them? I’ll show​​ them directly on​ the battlefield.”

“Mm,‌‍ good answer.”

At‍ the grand duke’s‌ satisfied expression, the‍‍ family’s emotions were​‌ divided.

In​⁠ practice, this was​⁠ equivalent to declaring⁠‍​ that the next⁠‍ head of the⁠‍ family would be​ decided between Lucian​‌ and Tristan.

***⁠‌

‘How​​⁠ strange…’

After⁠‌ the family meeting‍⁠‌ ended, Lucian frowned‍ while rubbing his⁠ chin.

He‍​​ had become one​‍ of the two‍‌ candidates, but instead‌​‌ of joy, he​‍⁠ mostly felt confusion.⁠

It​ wasn’t dissatisfaction with​⁠ his father’s decision,​ but rather with‍‌​ his brothers’ reactions.​

‘Joshua‍‌‌ was half out​ of his mind,‍​ which is normal.‍ He got eliminated‌‌ before doing anything.⁠ The truly strange‍​ one is Jordi.’​‍

The⁠‌‍ Jordi Lucian knew‌​ would never accept‍‍⁠ someone other than​ himself becoming head‌​ of the family.​​‍

He​ should have reacted‍​⁠ more violently than​‍ anyone else upon​ hearing the grand​ duke’s declaration. However,⁠‌​ throughout the entire​ meeting, Jordi remained⁠‌ far too calm.⁠‌‌

He‌ didn’t even throw⁠⁠ a hostile glance‍⁠‌ when leaving.

‘What’s​​ he scheming? Did‌‍⁠ the maternal family⁠ prepare another position​​ for him? Even⁠⁠⁠ so, he’s not⁠ the type to​⁠​ give up the‍​⁠ heirship so easily.’‌‍‍

After⁠ thinking about it⁠​​ a little, Lucian⁠​⁠ decided to set​⁠​ it aside. He⁠‍⁠ didn’t have enough​‌‍ information to draw‍ conclusions.

And‍ above all, he⁠​⁠ had too many​ immediate matters to‌ deal with.

‘Let’s⁠ resolve the northern‍​ issue first. Now‌⁠ that I think‍ about it, it’s​ about time Raymond‍ officially came under‍‌ my command…’

“Young​ master! Young master!”‌

Lucian⁠⁠ turned his head‌⁠⁠ at the urgent⁠⁠⁠ call. It was‍‌ one of Hugo’s​​‍ subordinates, now serving‌ as his aide.‍​

“What‍‍‌ is it?”

“It’s‌‌ finally finished!”

“Finished?‌ What is?”

“The‌ medicine for that‌​⁠ kid you asked⁠‍ us about…!”

Before‌​ he could finish⁠‌ speaking, Lucian rushed​​ to him and​ covered his mouth.​‌

Beside⁠⁠ the now-pale servant’s​⁠ lips, Lucian’s cold‌ voice echoed.

“When‍‌ was it finished?”‍

“T-this‍​‍ morning. If you‌‌ want, I can‍⁠ bring it to‍⁠​ you right away…”⁠

“No,⁠‌ I’ll go myself.‍‍ You go call​⁠ Hugo.”

Suppressing‌ the pounding in‍​ his chest, Lucian​⁠ left the manor​⁠ in a hurry.​‍​

His‌⁠‌ destination was the⁠‌ underworld area, west⁠ of the inner‌⁠ castle.

He​ walked confidently through‍‍ the maze-like alleys,‍ and upon reaching‌​ the place, knocked​‌​ on the door.⁠‌

Click.⁠⁠​

“Password.”‍⁠

“Look‍ at my face.”‌​‍

“What⁠‌‌ are you talking⁠​‌ about, idiot—w-whoa!”

The⁠​​ thug who had‍ looked up fiercely​‍ through the peephole‌​‍ flinched and stepped​​ back in shock.‍

With⁠‌ Lucian so close,‍‌ he hadn’t recognized⁠‌⁠ him immediately.

Clank,‍‍ creeeak.

“Y-young​‌‌ master, I’m so‍⁠ sorry! Please forgive‌ me…”

“Enough.‍‌⁠ Where’s Ian?”

“O-on​‍⁠ the third floor!​‌ The third floor!”​‌

As‍ soon as he​ heard “third floor,”‌‌​ Lucian was already⁠‌​ rushing up the​ stairs. Without even‌ knocking, he threw⁠ the door open.⁠​

Ian,⁠⁠⁠ who was inside,‌ looked surprised—but only⁠⁠ for a moment.​‌‍ Right away, with‌‍​ a grin, he⁠⁠‌ waved the vial‍​‍ he held in​⁠ his hand.

“Ta-daa!⁠‌ It’s finished, my‍‍ lord!”

At‌​ the sight of‍ the bluish liquid,‌ Lucian’s eyes trembled‌‌ hard.

He⁠ lunged forward to⁠​ grab the vial⁠⁠​ and felt a faint ripple of⁠ magical power seeping​‍⁠ from inside.

It‌ was much weaker‌ than before, but‌‌‌ the essence was‍​​ the same.

‘It’s⁠ nothing like that‍​‍ degraded version I made myself. The⁠ intensity dropped, but​‌ the purity is‌ practically the same⁠‌ as the nectar⁠ I drank before.’‍

Lucian‌ examined the nectar‍​ he’d received from⁠​‍ Ian from various⁠⁠ angles.

At​⁠ the very least,‍ it didn’t seem‌ like the magical​​ power would explode​​‌ immediately upon drinking,⁠‌‍ as it had‍‍‍ last time.

“How‍‍ different is the⁠​​ effect compared to‌‌ the first one‍ you made? How‌‍ effective is it​⁠ when consumed?”

“I​ haven’t done clinical‍ trials with knights,⁠‍ so I’m not⁠ sure. But it’s​‌‍ safe enough that⁠‌‍ even a normal⁠ person can drink⁠⁠​ it without any‌⁠‌ preparation.”

“Who‍⁠ did you do‍‌ the clinical trial​ on, then?”

“On‌⁠​ myself.”

“…”‍

Without​​‍ realizing it, Lucian‍​⁠ gave Ian a cold stare.

After⁠ what had happened‍​⁠ last time, he⁠‍‍ still tested it​⁠ on his own​​ body?

“I⁠ didn’t have a choice! Who else⁠ was I supposed‌‍‌ to run a clinical trial on‍‍​ with something like⁠ this? If it​⁠ worked, the effects‌‌​ of the medicine​​‍ would be revealed‍‌‍ right away!”

“Or​ did you want‌‌⁠ to test your‍​ affinity by trying‌‌​ it yourself?”

“…Well,⁠‍ I won’t say‌‌‍ that didn’t have⁠‍ any influence. But‌‍‌ in any case,⁠​ I lowered the‌‍​ concentration as much‌⁠⁠ as possible and​ tested it drop‍ by drop, so​ there’s no problem.”​​⁠

“Huff…”‍‌‍

Seeing⁠​ Ian dodge the‍​ topic however he​‍‌ could, Lucian sighed.⁠‍‍ Scholars, as always.⁠

He​‍​ shook his head​‍ and, nectar in​‌​ hand, fell into‌ thought.

‘If‍ I could, I’d​‍‌ rush out right‌‌⁠ now and hand⁠‌⁠ one out to‍‌​ each person, but…’⁠‌

The‌ timing was too‌ delicate. In a few days, he⁠​ had to head​‍ north to punish⁠ the House of​‍ Count Calix.

Entering⁠ practically empty-handed into‌‍ foreign territory, he‌‌​ would need to​​ build allies on​⁠ the ground. If‍‍‌ he had this⁠‌ nectar, the process​ would be much⁠ smoother.

“How​ much has been⁠‌​ produced so far?”⁠​

“Five‌ vials.”

“Can’t​‌ you make a few more in​​ a week?”

“Impossible.‌ To increase the‍‌ purity, time is‍ required, and a week is far‌ too little.”

Five​⁠ vials.

More‍⁠ than enough as‍​ a result—perhaps even‌‌‍ excessive—but still too‌ few to distribute‍ among all his‍​ subordinates.

Maybe‍⁠ after settling things⁠⁠​ in the north,⁠‌⁠ but not for‍⁠ now.

Still,​‌​ there was one‌⁠​ person who deserved⁠⁠‌ to drink it‌‌ before anyone else.​​‍

‘Hugo.’‌

The‍ first vassal who⁠‌ had sworn loyalty‍​‍ to Lucian, trusting‌‌ only a vague⁠‌ promise of being‍‌ made a knight.‍

It‍⁠​ would still take​​‍ more time to‍ fully fulfill that⁠ promise, but at⁠‍⁠ the very least,⁠‍ he could give​‌​ him a proper‍​⁠ gift before then.⁠⁠⁠

***‌‌⁠

“Huh?‍ To the north?”‌

Hugo​⁠ couldn’t hide his​​‍ confusion at Lucian’s‌​ sudden words.

He⁠‌ had just returned‍​‌ to the capital,​‍⁠ and now they​ were talking about​​ the north?

“What‌‍​ happened this time?‍ Going to scout‍ for more talent?”‍‌‍

“No.‍‌ A rather troublesome‍ problem has come‍​‍ up.”

Lucian‍​ calmly explained the⁠ situation—how the name‍​‍ of House Grimaldi​‍ had been used‌‍‍ without permission, how‌⁠‌ he intended to⁠ punish them for‌​⁠ it, and that‌ for this trip​ to the north,​⁠⁠ Hugo would go​ with him along⁠ with his unit‍​ of ten.

“Considering​ distance, cost, and⁠⁠‌ accommodations, ideally I’d​ go with only⁠‍ the minimum escort‌​ necessary. So this⁠ time, I need​⁠ you to do‌ your best.”

“Leave‍‍ it to me.‍‌‍ And the other​‍‍ companions…?”

“Raymond​ and Felicia will‍ go. Hans and‍ Ian will stay‌⁠‍ behind in Kelheim,‍⁠‌ of course.”

“Understood.‌​‌ I’ll inform my‌‍ men right away.”​‌

Hugo‌⁠‌ bowed his head,‍​ but inside, he‍⁠ felt a bitter‍​‍ taste.

Among‌ the vassals—aside from​‍‌ Hans—he was the⁠ most senior, and‌⁠​ yet he had⁠‍⁠ no one he​​ could interact with⁠ comfortably.

‘They​ say Raymond recently​⁠⁠ became the young​ master’s new vassal.‌‍ I guess my‍⁠​ standing will drop​⁠‌ again.’

Felicia,‌ the future Swordmaster,⁠​⁠ was in a class of her‍ own, and not‌ even the Black​ Lion Raymond was⁠ someone Hugo, a former underworld boss,⁠‍​ could treat as⁠ an equal.

Hans‌ was Lucian’s closest‌ confidant—though he lacked‌ martial power, he‍‍‍ handled the most​‌‍ delicate matters.

Even‌​ Ian, who had‌ just joined—even if​‌⁠ only higher in‌​⁠ rank—was far beyond​‌‍ Hugo in terms‌⁠‍ of talent.

‘He‍⁠‌ said he could⁠​ produce valuable spiritual​ medicine. If that’s⁠⁠ true, he’s on‌​​ a whole different‍​ level than me.’‌​⁠

He‍⁠ didn’t know exactly‍‍⁠ how potent the​ medicine was, but‌‍ even the lower-grade⁠ ones had incalculable‌‍ value.

Being​‍‌ able to produce‍ them independently, without⁠⁠ relying on the‍‌ imperial palace, and​⁠⁠ give them to​ knights—that was truly​‍ terrifying power.

‘I’m‍ thinking nonsense again.​​‌ I can’t rush​ things. In the‌ end, the young‍‌‌ master promised to⁠⁠​ help me establish​ my own house.’‌​‍

Swallowing‍‌ his bitterness, Hugo‍ reaffirmed his loyalty​ inside. Even if⁠⁠ his status kept‌​‍ falling,

Lucian⁠⁠ hadn’t forgotten him⁠‍ and still entrusted‌ him with responsibilities.‌⁠

How⁠ many lords out‌ there discarded old‌‍⁠ subordinates the moment​‌ someone more useful‌​ showed up?

‘And‍​‌ still, I’m fortunate.⁠‍​ Even with all​ these new talents,‍‍⁠ he still wants​ me by his‍⁠‌ side.’

Just‍ as Hugo, now​‍‌ calmer, was about​ to leave—

“Take​‌‌ this.”

Lucian‍​ suddenly approached and‍‍ handed him a vial with bluish‌‍ liquid.

Hugo‍⁠ took it and​ asked cautiously.

“What​‌‌ is this? I’ve​​‌ never seen a liquid that glows‌‍ blue like this.”‍‍

“It’s​‌‍ spiritual medicine that⁠ Ian managed to⁠​ produce today.”

“…!”​

“Drink‌ it. You’ll be‍‍⁠ the first.”

Upon⁠‍​ hearing “the first,”⁠‍ Hugo’s body trembled.⁠‌

He‌ was being given⁠‍⁠ the very first⁠​ spiritual medicine—before anyone‌⁠⁠ else?

With‍ trembling hands, he​ raised the vial.⁠

‘This‍⁠ is… real spiritual⁠ medicine.’

The‍ secret of alchemy⁠‍⁠ that even many‌‍‌ knights longed for​‍⁠ but could never‍​ obtain.

A treasure among treasures,⁠ whose manufacture—even in‌ basic form—was forbidden⁠‌‌ without imperial permission.‌‌

And‌ that priceless item​ had come into‍⁠ his hands before​ any other vassal’s.‌‌⁠

“Can‍ I… really drink​⁠ this?”

“Of‍ course. That’s why‌‍ I gave it​⁠​ to you.”

At‍‍ Lucian’s smiling response,​​‍ Hugo hesitated briefly,​ opened the vial,‌⁠‌ and drank it​ in one gulp.‍

Just⁠ as he was​ surprised by the⁠​​ refreshing sensation sliding⁠⁠‌ down his throat​ and pulling the​‍ vial from his‍ lips—

“Hng…!?”​⁠

Hugo’s‍⁠ eyes flew wide​⁠ open as he‍⁠‌ felt magical energy‌‍ erupting powerfully from​​ deep within his⁠‌‌ body.

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